Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day

Here is the corsage that my stepdad, Fred, has hidden every year, the Friday before Mother's Day, for Harleigh to give me on Mother's Day morning. It started with me not knowing he was doing it, and he would call our house early on Mother's Day and remind her to give it to me. She's 16 now, there's no reminder phone call, and I must admit that I do know about their little secret and we all giggle about how the sweet tradition continues.

And here is one of my favorite pictures of me and Harleigh. She was less than 5 years old (how horrible am I at remembering the age of my only child in pictures!?!?!?). Now that I've posted a picture of myself as a slender mid-30-year-old, it will be really hard to post one of myself now.It's been a very nice day. Started off with a bad thunderstorm and has turned into a warm, windy and sunny afternoon. Out to lunch with my family and now home to relax before the daunting work week rears its ugly head. Happy Mother's Day to all, as every one of us celebrates moms, be it our own or one we know who inspires us. (I want to wish Melinda a wonderful day; she's one of my favorite moms out there!)

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"Our house was not unsentient matter — it had a heart and a soul, and eyes to see with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benedictions. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out in eloquent welcome — and we could not enter it unmoved."- Samuel Clemens

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I am probably the most content person you'd ever want to meet. I have a decent job working with people I like, a loving family including a swell Old English Sheepdog, a home where nesting and curling up on slipcovered sofas is required, and a life rich in creative crafting and daydreaming. I someday want a cottage at the beach where my grandchildren can bring sandy feet into the house, wet bathing suits can dry on the front porch and everything we need to get to is a bicycle ride away.